Today,

I won't think about him or flinch at indecisive butterflies or hate people or love being alone or be socially awkward or horrible at saying good-bye or be the broken poet piecing myself together by writing broken poems.

Today,

I will remember to forget him and I will forget to remember him and it will not bother me as much as it did yesterday because he has the right to say no and i will be OK with that and he will no longer run because I will no longer chase and I will admire the free-spirited butterflies and their iridescent wings and love people and hate being alone and flirt with strangers and laugh about it later and eat my silence and talktalktalk until my jaws hurt.

Today,

I will pretend to be my other self.